I knew I could walk it, but I did not believe I could reach that arbitrary finish line at a sprint like I had planned.
I am a runner. Sort of. A more accurate description would be a runner/walker. I have always felt inadequate when it comes to describing myself as a real runner. Interval training has never been a goal of mine. However, it seems that it is what works best for me. It is also a great way to kick-start fat burning.
There is a long road that runs in front of our home. I run/walk up and down this road in the same pattern each time so I know how far I have gone. I could see that finish line way ahead of me and the dogs who so graciously precede and protect me from anything or anyone. They love to run/walk with me.
Like my panting dogs, it was looking like I would fail miserably at making it to the end without giving up. It was a blistering hot day with only a slight breeze cooling me. I felt like Satan was mocking me. Feeling discouraged I began to ask Jesus to help me get there. I wanted to finish well. And it hit me – I could see Him standing there with His arms held out saying, “You have got this! Finish it! I am here!”
I am sure I looked like a blooming idiot as I picked up the pace with this huge grin on my face and tears beginning to fill my eyes. The thought of Jesus standing at every finish line in our lives encouraging us to finish well should cause each of us to well up with emotion. I was in a dead sprint and could hardly breathe. But when I reached the end I felt alive and loved!
Now, when I think I can’t make it to the end I just imagine the Man who gave his life for me standing there with his arms open wide, a look of contentment on His face saying, “I love you. Run into my arms and I will give you rest.” I wonder if this is what it will be like when we meet our Lord?
What is it you need to finish well? Jesus is waiting for you with arms open wide.